Screaming sounds of a Baby.
Baby, reminds me of death.
Birth, is a baby,
Birth, is a new death.
Fire, is hot,
Hot means more warm.
Warm, is our body,
Body, reminds me of death.
Death, is our ending,
Ending, starts a new death.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
ПоэзияIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
